Aaron had gone over Eliza's medical report. She had premature ovarian failure. A condition she shouldn't be experiencing at her age. "What's going on with your body?" he asked.

He wasn't sure if Casper knew, but the Welton family was desperate for Eliza to get pregnant, and this condition would seriously affect her chances of having a baby.

Eliza couldn't give an answer. Aaron didn't push further, only saying, "You're still young. With the right treatment, things can get better."

A bitter smile crept onto Eliza's face. She wasn't a doctor, but she had enough common sense to know that this condition was incurable. "Thank you," she said.

Just as Aaron was about to reply, Casper walked in. "You two should talk," Aaron said. He did not plan to stick around.

Casper was carrying a pot of homemade chicken soup that Marian had made. He walked over to Eliza's hospital bed. "Have some soup. It's still warm," he said. His tone had softened, but it felt insincere. Eliza closed her eyes, not in the mood to talk. He poured the soup into a bowl and brought it to her lips. "Come on, drink a little."

patience. The fact that he was being this tolerant was already a big deal, but Eliza didn't

your mouth," he said, trying to

eyes. "I'm not going to

tightened around the bowl, his knuckles turning

soup were tossed into the trash can, making a sharp sound. Eliza watched him calmly, her heart unmoved. His fake patience wouldn't last long; his true nature always showed through. People could

it; it saves me the trouble," he said, almost letting slip that

words ever could. "I'm warning you, stay away from

had come up too often, making her frown. "I've never even met

hated being treated like a fool. "Eliza, you'd

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